Little did she know that her sweet-smelling pussy was the talk of the girls’ locker room. Every young lady present that night was jealous of her pus...sy looks and its distinct aroma.Scott’s superlatives were not idle musings. Casey’s gift was the sweetest, most beautiful, best looking, best tasting, cleanest, purest hunk of femininity he’d ever experience. He traced her outer lips up one side then down. Up one side then down the other. She twisted her waist and he got the hint: do the other. ...You can feel eyes looking at you wondering what you've done to be lead by a guard but a respectable looking lady, even if the skirt is just a little too short and an extra button undone on her shirt, she doesn't look like a shoplifter? The guys eyes are drawn to those legs and the bounce of your cleavageAs you enter his office you can see the bank of screens and realise he has watched everything you've done, when you sat with your legs just that extra few inches apart where the guy with. She is beautiful, but I had to hand her over to her adoptive parents. Her new Daddy held her tight and kissed her, then he and his wife took her home with them. I cried.Aug 7th: I came home with the emptiest feeling I’ve ever had. I lost my husband. My future. My marriage. My life. I walked into the house, that was once our home, not expecting to see people sitting in the living room. I saw an unsmiling Roy first, then his mother and sister, and my mother. Someone grabbed me as I started to. "I'm going to get us some sandwiches, Dave," she said. She took off and came back with a platter of cold cuts. "Mom says potroast for supper. If I can cut it up for you." I'll let you do that." I made a good potroast, result of growing up in a Cajun kitchen. Rena outcooked me. The thought of that meal rested comfortably on my belly.Ronni and I enjoyed our sandwiches. Midafternoon the phone rang again. Rena again. "Dad's home," Ronni announced. "I'll be back." Five minutes later she was back. "I.